mother of mercy
hiding in the shadow of your love for the rest of the world
the scraping, the scrapping, the junkyards, the landfill.
reaching out to slapping hands
feeling my way in the dark.
the rose petal skin is fragrant and ever out of reach.
your reach extends far but not deep enough
the well is too deep for the bucket to dip
leading to the open sea
mother of the mercies in which i cannot find solace
the fall of rome, the burning town
the poison in the well, the glass on the ground.
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